George stood up , nearly tipping over the glass on the table, and grabbed his jacket and cap. He walked a few steps towards the door and collapsed, leaving Malee and the commissioner with mouths opened in shock. Malee grabbed the phone and dialed the one person she was hoping that she didn’t have to call, Georgia. It was a quick conversation between them and commissioner agreed to arrange a police car to the safe house. Sending George to the hospital in that condition was out of the question, but thankfully, Malee attended nursing as a minor subject in the university and could determine that George had a case of over excitedness.

Soon, They could hear another car parking in the Garage and a knock on the door.

“Let her come in but you can go back.” shouted the commissioner. He couldn’t risk a junior officer seeing the face of a drunk man on the sofa after he and Malee had carried him up from the floor. It was bad enough having to taxi Georgia but to see George as a drunkard, that would be a disaster. Georgia appeared from the door and stared at both of them before going over to her brother.

“He is fine. I’ve checked his pulse.” Malee offered her advice.

“I have a medical degree.” replied Georgia. Malee should have guessed. She quietly stood back and kept a distance between them. The commissioner stood and stared at the ceiling.

“Let him rest here for a while. We cannot have a drunken prince at the house.” said Georgia. There was no sound from either Malee nor the commissioner. They understood that was an order and not a request.

“You stay with him.” said Georgia, looking at Malee, to which Malee readily nodded. “I will ask Michael to bring the food.” continued Georgia.

“Fetch me home.” said Georgi, changing her head to where the commissioner was.